One Day
I take up my nightly
post, beneath your sleeping head.
Your silent, ignorant
slumber, the place I dare not tread.
The snow drifts softly
onto your candle lit sill.
It settles on my
shoulders but I ignore the chill.
For you, my sweet, have
let me out
Let me out and trusted
me without a doubt.
You knocked me off the
dread lord's fence.
You showed me warm
sunlight, my defense.
Against the Potter
boy's rage you railed,
You fought for me, by
bloodied tooth and rusted nail.
But you cannot know
that in the moment you forgave.
I found everything I,
in my depravity, had craved.
It is impossible that
you could see
What your tender care
has done to me.
Unknowing, you proceed
with your life, apace
While in my heart there
is only space.
In the darkest nights I
watch and plan
Hoping for the day
you'll see me as a man.
For though you trust,
your eye does pass
Over my head as though
I am clear as glass
One day I'll have
your hand, your graceful hand
That holds the remnant
ties to that painful brand.
I'll have your lips,
your luscious lips
That speak soft words
of redemptive bliss
I'll have your heart,
your crimson lion heart.
Twin to the serpent one
you pierced without a dart.
I'll have your head,
your know-it-all head.
That is buoyant and so
well read.
One day I'll have
your hand, your lips, your heart
And caress all your
graceful, enlightened parts.
But until that far off
day, I shall stand
A silent sentry to your
secret dreaming lands
I will take up my
nightly post, beneath your sleeping head.
While you travel to
places I would dare not tread.
The snow will drift
softly onto your candle lit sill.
It will settle on my
shoulders but I will ignore the chill.
Partially inspired by "I'll have your heart" by Stevie Smith which was suggested to me by AutumnQueen. It goes like this:
I'll have your heart. If not by gift, my knife.
Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.